#pistolslang

[zmeydeva-arch]

sexy

you are out of your league cowboy

[murroyilodel]

blows kisses your way bc i missed you ; ; <3

AHHH MISSING YOU right back! *inserts squeals and hugs over here* I can't wait for more yeehaws with you. :'))))))

[alshrike-blog]

@pistolslang​  // JESSE MCCREE gets a new uniform

“IT MIGHT BE A LITTLE TIGHT, but you have to admit, this fits with your line of work more than what you were wearing.” Gone is the cowboy hat, deadlock belt, and spurs, replaced with the skin tight black spandex suit, long cargo pants, and blue beret embroidered with the Overwatch logo. Of course some items would likely have to be swapped out to better fit with his status as a Blackwatch agent, but for now they were working with the spare uniforms they had on hand and the Overwatch fatigues would have to do. “What do you think?“

[martyrbot-a]

pistolslang  —  i bet bc jesse leaves mondatta behind karma took his arm yeehaw

spiciest meta ive heard this week !!!!!!

dont leave the poor man behind :// hes tired!

[hellbentwidow-moved]

“last time i seen a bounty this high...  well,  actually,  don’t think i ever have.  you either steal somethin’ mighty valuable or kill a lot of important folk.  which is it?”  Sadie asks all too casually,  glancing over the poster in her hand.  she bundles it up and tosses it aside,  hoping that’s enough to show that she’s not after the price on his head. // @pistolslang

[doctorscrders]

* SHE’D more than noted the gunslinger’s absence at the gathering, whatever elation she had for reuniting what was left of overwatch was dampened by the missing presence of some. some absences   ...  could not be helped while others had elected to not answer the call placed out for them all. angela knew only a handful of them would’ve. she understood their reasons to stay away. hell, she had her own reasons to decline the invitation and never look back. rationality told her that it was to be expected, and she should be content to reunite with those that were here.  but it still hurt. not that she’d advertise the fact.  she was sick of tired of reminiscing sadly or being reminded of what was lost or how broken they’d all become. for once she wanted to be happy. or as happy as she could be. too many of the last few years of her life had been dictated by what was and not the here and now. 

she’d run into the man in eastern europe, not many weeks after it all, and she’d hoped they would just whisk themselves away to some hole-in-the-wall cafe and reminisce quietly, that they’d talk about the current state of their lives like old friends. that they could be normal.  but she couldn’t avoid speaking on this; not with the memory so fresh.  so here she was, coffee cup in hand, speaking on the matter.

❝       IT was happy, almost   ---   not as melancholic as the last times we’d seen each other.       ❞  

❝   but  ... some part of me just hoped that we had more. whether that was wishing that we still had those we’d lost with us or   ...   disappointment for the fact that we were all that’s left    ---   i couldn’t tell you.  ❞

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@pistolslang replied to your post: no one suspects the wiener gun, it's perfect for...

ill tell you where : )

            haha and then what ;)

[lethallyenforcing]

flips em onto their back bc he was here to save this town first

Knocks his legs out from under him because damn if Mesa can’t help seeing this as a request to fight. 

[willbeshot]

@pistolslang said:  you can't just keep doing whatever you want whenever you want

“Oh? And who is going to stop me from doing just that, hm? You? Ha! I didn’t know that you happened to be a comedian! Though, I suppose I should already known such a fact-- Seeing as your existence is a joke.”

[killedgain-blog]

@pistolslang replied

ya like jazz?

he’s  not  mad.  just  disappointed.

[rebellock-a]

pistolslang replied to your post:                                  ❛ i need a warm...

jesse laying on ashe to avoid making contact on those motel sheets? more likely than you think

when she has lice, a rash, or some other disease caused by the sheets, she’ll blame him B(

[martyrbot-a]

pistolslang  —  he takes their hand without thinking once more on it. reverence king of his features as he makes a motion of kissing the air right above the knuckle ( cowboy style u aint safe )

‘ MY,  my, ‘  chuckles the omnic,  allowing jesse the grasp on his hand  —  warm leather meets metal.  

almost imperceptibly,  the diamond grid of calm blue lights flicker,  then settle.  he tilts his head inquisitively.

‘ is this a particular custom in the states,  or should i consider myself special? ‘ 

[burnlaws]

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜ - @pistolslang

Blood pooled from her lips, like a waterfall, it overtook the vibrant red with a darker sinister color. No, it wasn’t supposed to end like this. She shouldn’t have hesitated. Shouldn’t have let that moment where she met that amber gaze take one over on her. It was a moment of weakness, one that should have been on the opposing side. Where Ashe shot her old cowboy friend before he could wrangle anymore of those Overwatch agents. There was a sniper, cold as ice, perched across the canyon.            Was she just glorified bait then? But it was him or the gang. And that wasn’t a choice. She would have never put them at odds, the two were just as important. But when the deal was struck, she had to look out for the people who were important. The ones she could reach. She made a bargain with the devil, and she failed to pay.

               “Fuck---”

The air leaks out her lips and soft clatters of the viper hitting the ground unceremoniously are followed by the sound of her spurs as she buckled to her knees. This looked bad. At all angles. Since Ashe couldn’t kill him, the gang would do it in her wake. Filled with rage and vengeance with no head on their shoulders to aim it. He’d be against them all. And they both knew how that fight would end. A shaky hand came on put pressure on the wound that was meant to buy the other time. Bait. She was bait. She was played.

                  “ Damnit... “

[doctorscrders]

‘INTIMACY + watching tv ( ngl i kinda saw her introducing him to something BUT anyways )

* SHE directs the man to shift across the couch slightly as she approaches, her hands now empty as she places a specially prepared bowl of popcorn and her small horde of dark chocolate on the stained coffee table in front of the man. 

a small chuckle escapes her lips as she catches the gunslinger roll his eyes at her request as he shuffles over at the blonde seats herself on the couch comfortably, her feet resting over jesse’s legs as she folds her legs comfortably next to her and reaches out for the bowl, the american searching for something to watch as she does so.

❝      FIND anything good yet?  ❞  

intimacy.            |             ACCEPTING        

[graviticmelody]

@pistolslang​ asked:  HC + aspirations, ultimate goal or perhaps work flow?

Asides from already achieving his lifelong goal of wanting to harness a black hole, and being exposed to more unknowns since doing so, I think he’d like to travel to the ends of the universe. In the game he has a line that goes like:  “Beyond the edge of the world there's a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.” Which fun fact! As I looked this quote up, it’s Sigma quoting Haruki Murakami, who is a writer, which I did not know. I thought it was Sigma’s own original quote lol. I think he’d also like to be free again, or at least have some more freedom around Talon. I hc that he’s not usually allowed to go anywhere on his own and he needs to be escorted by guards/company wherever he goes.

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no one suspects the wiener gun, it's perfect for when deals go wrong

           but where do i get one